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madness seared through me unholy alchemy veins left iron coated ghostly cells circulate slowly through this haunted body that cramps to the floor shaking hand reaches for dented chalice wine mixed with warm blood ancient spices return color to my lips my tongue   © 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

The Alchemist

my past is a dark ominous cave that i mine full of barbed wire broken glass rusty metal and unexploded landmines   i tiptoe carefully barefoot in tattered rags through this treacherous place   my pain my rage becomes the scorching fire i use to transmute these dangerous objects into gem-shaped words that bury deep into your consciousness […]

The Alchemist

my past is a dark ominous cave that i mine full of barbed wire broken glass rusty metal and unexploded landmines   i tiptoe carefully barefoot in tattered rags through this treacherous place   my pain my rage becomes the scorching fire i use to transmute these dangerous objects into gem-shaped words that bury deep into your consciousness … Continue reading The Alchemist